[img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [b][u]Phillis Circus: The Big Top: Partioned Backroom[/u][/b] “Waa… what are they doing?” Estelle asked, her lips pursed into a tight pout. “Where are they going? That was Trixie and Lucien, wasn’t it?” Estelle’s arms quickly folded across her chest, as she leaned her weight onto one side of her body to emphasise her pouting. Along with her pursed lips, her cheeks puffed up in a familiar manner to Trixie’s own whenever the prankster got cross. Estelle had been pretty nice and polite and enthusiastically waved when she saw the duo from across the curtained room, but the pair had vanished as soon as they saw them. That wasn’t particularly friendly, was it? Unfortunately, even though Estelle had suggested their disguises to Aria, she was too dense to actually remember them and connect the dots with them and the reason for Trixie and Lucien’s panic. In her mind, she just connected it to being [i]rude[/i]. “Hmph!” Estelle muttered. “Let’s see what those two are doing, and if they’ve found out anything!” “Ah… wah! Estelle! Wait!” Before Aria could warn or protest, Estelle began walking forwards, directly into the proverbial lion’s den, and in the middle of the bevy of circus performers. Aria hurried after her, trying to stop her friend as well as make sure she didn’t step out of the boundaries of her illusion, but this was too much, too soon…! Flipping off one of the trapeze rings and gracefully landing on the balls of her feet again with a sharp, delicate pivot back again, the blonde tressed acrobat atop the tightrope outstretched her arms to secure her balance and watched over the rest of the room’s occupants with a quiet gaze, taking it all in as she silently monitored the rest of the performers as usual, making sure everyone was practicing as they should. Naturally, her eyes fell atop the two curious and unfamiliar clowns running across the room. Isabella said nothing, merely quietly watching, and continuing her practiced routine across the rope, cartwheeling and dancing further along it to keep up with the twosome. [img]http://i.imgur.com/xtOCTw7.png[/img] “Es…telle!” Aria continued, gasping a hushed whisper as she tried to call her friend to stop her. Her eyes ran across the room of performers. Some hadn’t noticed them, but others closer to them on the ground floor began to look at them like Bella had, wondering what the two clowns were doing. “You need to wait righ-ah!” Estelle finally stopped in her tracks, surprised by the sudden shriek from behind her. Turning in confusion, she saw the clowned façade Aria lying on the floor, and a new pair of people having emerged from a side entrance in-between the curtains, accidentally having collided into the illusionist. One of the two, a blonde haired girl with a large floppy magician’s hat and a dark matching robe, rubbed the arm which had smacked into Aria. "Ooph! Heeey! Watch where you're--” “Tammie, don’t tell me you walked into someone [i]again.”[/i] From beside the magician girl stood a man in his late twenties, one hand ringed around Tammie’s, the other clutching onto his pained stomach from where it had suffered a rough climb over a particularly pointy metal fence not a short time earlier. Dressed from neck to toe in a form fitting black and violet outfit, the man wore dirty blonde, dishevelled locks and a pair of red tinted goggles draped around his neck. Estelle and Aria instantly recognised the pair as the two who had been sitting on one of the ferris wheel’s main support beams, having been firmly entrenched in… in… [img]http://i.imgur.com/rWmq5WT.png[/img] “You okay, ma’am?” Max asked, letting go of Tammie’s hand for just a second to offer it to Aria. The other firmly remained clinging to his stomach.